15. Lea

Chapter fifteen

Lea

“ I can’t believe it,” I whine to Mona. “Couldn’t they have chosen anyone else?”

My best friend’s eyes hold no sympathy as she continues applying the dark-red polish to her toes. She glances up at me. “No offense, babe, but you don’t have anything going on that day. You said it yourself before practice; your brother will be out of town and your parents are working.” She focuses her attention back on her nails. “Besides, isn’t it better than being stuck at your apartment with Kai?”

I groan, tossing myself back into the couch cushions. “I guess,” I mumble, and I don’t miss how her lip quirks on one side.

“Thought so,” she chuckles. “Now, get the hell out of my apartment so you and Kai can continue building your slutty empire.”

I wave her off, but my pulse thrums in my neck as my cheeks heat.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tell her, gathering my stuff and waving over my shoulder.

When I arrive home, I hear the shower water running, but as I approach my room, it’s coming from my shower and not his.

I grip the door handle, and the edges of my vision start to blur before I push the door open, letting it slam against the wall.

“Kai!” I shout for him, and the water stops. I hear rustling from inside the bathroom, and the moment he steps out, my heart falls to the floor and my thighs clench together.

His large body is wrapped in nothing but a small white towel tucked around his waist. His umber skin glistens as he leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest, his corded muscles rippling under my gaze.

I drag my eyes back up his body, meeting his knowing smirk and raised brow. “Something you wanted to say?” he asks, an arrogant laugh leaving those full, biteable lips.

When I don’t answer, he tips his chin, assessing me. My voice is caught in my throat as desire manages to snake its way up my spine.

He finally puts me out of my misery, heading back into the bathroom but leaving the door cracked. “My shower wasn’t working so I put in a work order, but they won’t be here till Monday. I figured you wouldn’t want your porn partner to be without a shower,” he calls out to me.

When he returns, he’s wearing a pair of black sweats and holding my white towel. His muscular arms are covered in tattoos, and they're on full display right now. My mouth waters at the sight of him.

He opens up my closet door, depositing the towel in the basket before facing me again. “You almost ready?” he asks me, and I nod, still unable to speak.

That quirked brow goads me and finally, I manage to croak, “Yep, just need to get set up.”

“I’ll help. Just tell me what to do,” he says.

I nod my chin to the camera bag on my dresser. “You can set the camera up. I’ve just got to take my meds and then I’ll be ready.”

His brows pinch together. “You have a migraine coming on? You sure you want to do this?” he asks.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I bite my lip, willing my traitorous nerves not to cause the dreaded word vomit threatening its way up my throat.

“What is it?” he asks, taking a hesitant step toward me.

“Orgasms help—the endorphins, that is,” I admit. “That and my affinity for photography are what sparked this idea in the first place.” I know it makes it worse for a lot of people with migraines, but it was a happy accident when I learned I’m someone who benefits from it.

Kai blinks slowly, digesting my words, and a slow grin spreads across his lips. Those damned dimples press firmly into his cheeks. “You’ve got a real triple threat there, angel.”

My mouth opens and closes like a fish. “Triple?”

He nods, his grin still firmly in place as he says, “Migraines, photography, and a tight pussy.” And just like that, he turns, grabbing my camera bag and getting to work setting it up, leaving me with my mouth agape and my head spinning.

Once the room is all set and I’ve taken my meds, I grab a light-pink lingerie set and change in the bathroom.

I consider redressing before heading back out, but that’d be useless since I’d just be taking my clothes off in a minute anyway.

I bounce on my toes, shaking my arms out before letting myself out. Tingles erupt throughout my body, and I can’t help the wetness already beginning to flood my core.

“You have anything specific in mind?” Kai asks, his eyes still trained on the camera as he adjusts the angle one last time before looking over at me.

His full lips part, and his hands clench briefly before relaxing. Kai drags his eyes slowly down my body, leaving chills in his wake.

“Fuck,” he breathes before clearing his throat, dragging us both back to reality.

I head over to him, climbing on the bed and opening the chat room for tonight's video session. “Not really. Sometimes I plan things out, but usually I just have my viewers tell me what they want in the chats.”

He nods slowly, his throat working on a swallow. “Yeah—” he stutters. “Sounds good.”

“Ready?” I ask, and when he gives me the go-ahead, I check the camera angle one last time, making sure my face can’t be seen.

I give him a thumbs up so he knows we’re live before starting my usual spiel. “Hello, my little kittens,” I purr. “This is Candy Ass, your resident very bad girl ,” I emphasize seductively. “And back by popular demand, we have our special guest from last week. We don’t have anything planned for you, so feel free to leave requests in the comments,” I tell them.

I flick my gaze over to Kai, who’s still standing at the end of the bed. He’s biting his lip, and his eyes are glassy.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips, my mouth suddenly feeling dry as we wait for suggestions to pour in.

My hands tremble as I rest them on my abdomen, toying with the lace of my panties. What if this wasn’t a good color? What if I’m too pale for this shade of pink?

Kai clears his throat, dragging my attention back to him. “You better start checking those messages, angel. I need to touch you,” he says, keeping his voice impossibly low, the words sounding strained.

My thighs part, and a ragged breath leaves my lungs before I manage to flick my attention back on the screen.

“What do our viewers want, angel?” he taunts, and my mouth waters as he strokes his bulge through his sweats.

“They—” I suck in a breath. “They want to see you too,” I tell him.

His head rears back, and his brows cinch in confusion.

I quickly mute the mic.

“We can do whatever you’re comfortable with. I have masks in my nightstand if you want to show more of yourself, or you could just show your dick or nothing at all. You can even walk away right now. The puck is on your ice,” I tell him, ensuring he knows that no matter what, consent remains a priority.

He shakes himself out of it, squeezing his eyes closed for a moment before saying, “Where are the masks?”

My pulse quickens, and I feel breathless. I have no idea how far we’re planning to take this tonight, but I can’t wait to find out.

“Top drawer,” I say, pointing to the wooden nightstand to my right. Kai sifts through the drawer, and I write a comment to my viewers to let them know we’ll be right back after we reposition the camera.

He plucks the two lacey masks from the drawer, holding them up high as they dangle from his fingers. “You cannot be fucking serious right now,” he deadpans.

“It’s that or nothing,” I say, rolling my eyes and extending my hand for him to pass me one.

Instead of dropping the hot-pink mask in my hand, he keeps that for himself and gives me the black one before securing it to his face.

“Good call.” I smirk. “Pink might just be your color.”

His brown eyes dance with mischief as he trails a hand down his body. “Are you kidding? Every color is my color. Have you seen me? I’m a work of art,” he says with a cocky smirk.

He’s not wrong.

“Alright, angel. Get the hell back on the bed. I wouldn’t want to leave our viewers waiting too long,” he jokes as he moves the camera further from the bed to allow for a wider frame.

I shake my head, dropping to my knees several feet from the bed. Kai's jaw clenches, and he drags a hand down his face, understanding exactly what I'm asking for.

Once we’re live again, Kai takes a seat on the very edge of the mattress, pointing a finger at me and crooking it toward him.

I sit up on my knees, crawling toward him, and have to work to keep the saliva pooling in my mouth from running over.

“Such a good girl,” he says, running his fingers through my hair and gripping my roots tightly at the nape of my neck, dragging my head back. He forces me to look up at him, and my eyes zero in on the way he sucks on his lower lip.

Kai glances away for a moment before meeting my eyes again. “Take it out,” he instructs, his voice remaining low and raspy.

My hands rest on his hips as I hook my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and drag them down his powerful thighs as he lifts his ass to help me. His cock springs free, and a quiet gasp passes my lips.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” he asks, that cocky attitude of his on full display.

I don’t even have it in me to deny it or try to take him down a peg or two. No, instead, my body betrays me.

My core coils, my breath leaving me in pants as I carve every detail of this moment into my brain.

This is only the second time I've seen his dick, and somehow, it's even more incredible than the first time.

I glance up at him and ask, “Can I use my mouth?” My words come out as a desperate plea, but I couldn’t care less. If I really need to justify this behavior later, I’ll just say it was all for show.

Not that Kai, nor his ego, would believe that anyway.

“Well, since you asked so nicely. I think I can allow that,” he says, but before I can move my mouth, he’s already using the hand in my hair to guide me to him.

I fucking love that he’s taking control and owning this.

My lips wrap around the head of his engorged length, my tongue swiping the precum beading from the tip. The salty liquid coats my mouth, and a moan fills my throat, as does Kai.

My hands remain on his hips, balancing so I don’t literally impale myself on him.

He groans loudly, thrusting into my face. “That’s it, angel. Fuck, you take me so well,” he says, his praise shooting straight to my clit.

His fingers loosen in my hair, slipping down the column of my throat. He presses his thumb firmly on the base of my neck, causing me to gag around him as I take him even more deeply, my eyes burning as I do.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, and I feel his thick length continue to swell on my tongue.

Jesus Christ.

My body aches to be touched, and I feel lightheaded, both from lack of oxygen and the overwhelming feeling of Kai.

He squeezes my neck, grunting as his body stills. I pull back, peering up at him for permission to keep going.

His head is tossed back, eyes clenched shut and nostrils flared as he sucks in a deep, steadying breath.

When his eyes finally find mine, they’re blazing, and my legs are trembling with the effort it takes to hold myself up.

“My turn, angel. On your hands and knees,” he says, pulling me up by my biceps, not waiting for me to obey.

I turn over on shaking limbs.

The moment I’m positioned how he wants, his warm hands are on my hips, gliding down to my ass cheeks. He takes big handfuls, squeezing firmly.

“Someday, I’m going to take your ass too,” he warns. One of his hands leaves me, but only briefly before landing with a loud thwack .

A jolt of pleasure and pain rears through me, and I collapse onto my forearms.

His calloused fingers dip into the fabric of my pink thong, dragging it down my ass. “I love this color on you.” He hums, and his words are so quiet it feels like they’re meant solely for my ears.

I preen under his attention, my abdomen flowing with molten lava as he removes my panties. I feel his hot breath on one globe before his teeth scrape across the skin.

My knees part further, widening my stance on instinct for him.

“Please,” I whine.

“So damn greedy.” He tsks. His hands slide down the outside of my thighs. I watch on my laptop screen as he lowers himself behind me, and my muscles coil tightly with anticipation.

“Tell me if you need a break,” he whispers before his mouth is on me.

“Oh!” I gasp, my eyes widening as he draws my pussy lips into his mouth, sucking me between his teeth, moving the pad of his thumb over my clit and applying a delicious pressure.

“You like that?” he asks, his words muffled with his head still between my legs.

“God, yes!” I cry, my clit pulsating under the delicious pressure he’s creating with his thumb and forefinger as he pinches and rubs me.

My hips buck into his face, my thighs shaking. “I’m gonna come,” I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“That’s it, angel. Come on my fucking face,” Kai grinds out. He continues sucking and flicking his tongue, hastening his pace as I cry out.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes,” I whimper, my voice sounding impossibly needy as euphoria surges through me, lighting up each of my nerve endings.

My pulse is bounding, and my chest is heaving with each breath I take as I fall slowly back to earth in Kai’s capable hands.